And I only am escaped alone to tell thee.

One thing I love about Ishmael is that he’s no romantic when it comes to the world of men, and he doesn’t hide it. From the very first chapter of Moby-Dick, Ishmael tells his readers how little he enjoys, or even trusts, the company of other human beings, and I think it is just this distrust that makes him such a perfect narrator for this particular story. Ishmael doesn’t take anything at face value — he watches, he thinks, and he analyzes, even with the most passing of human actions or customs.

“The Funeral” follows one such custom, likely taken for granted by every other man on the Pequod. After the killed whale is stripped fully and beheaded, the crew cuts it loose from the side of the ship, leaving the carcass to the pleasure of sharks and sea birds. Ishmael, of course, sees in this “most doleful and most mocking funeral” a greater perspective on the world of men and beasts alike.

As one might imagine, Ishmael sees no redemptive qualities in this custom of the whaling world. On the part of the feasting sharks and birds, he sees a greed and sought advantage over the weak that (based on his descriptive language) he no doubt parallels to the world of men. As for men, he sees a callousness and neglect that lives on to haunt men’s beliefs with false information. When killed whales are cut adrift in this manner, other passing ships misinterpret the scene in their ships’ logs as rocks, and other ships needlessly avoid the scene for years to come, much like sheep leaping over empty space “because their leader originally leaped there when a stick was held.”

Describing the effects of this whaling custom as such calls into question the custom itself. Ishmael begs a question that most whaling men would never consider: why such a disregard for the gifts of nature, upon which the whalemen survive? In such an unceremonious funeral, wherein lies the hunter’s spirit?